Hot, Hot Las Vegas

Gil's brother flew in from Japan for a translation job in Las Vegas. It had been years since we'd seen him, so the family scrambled to come from California and Utah to meet in Vegas. Since we traveled mid-week, we were able to get a really nice hotel room on the cheap.


Gil, Albert, and Mike: the Brothers Bradshaw.

Life goes on, even in Vegas, and both Gil and Marin had big projects going on with their jobs. They spent the days buried in their laptops while everyone else played around Vegas and swam in the pool.

Mike poses in our fantastic bathroom (seriously, this was a nice place).

Gil's angelic mom treated everyone to dinner at Buca de Beppo, which is the perfect restaurant for a noisy family gathering with huge servings of pasta.

Charlie grew tomato sauce beard while we were there. He approves of the spaghetti. Gil's favorite was the chicken Marsala. Marin loved the apple and gorgonzola salad.
The hotel pool had a shark tank in the middle and a three-story waterslide that goes through the shark tank. Do we need to say that Charlie was speechless with joy when he saw this? Unfortunately he was too short for the slide, but I don't think we could have gotten him out of the pool anyway.

The pool was crowded because it was 105 degrees by 10 am, and it only got hotter as the day went on.
When Charlie wasn't swimming in the pool, he was looking out the hotel room window at the pool, asking when he could go swimming again.

Charlie misses his cousins, and he could not get enough time with his 7-year-old cousin, Gavin (or Gavin's impressive collection of action figures).

The best part of the Vegas trip was seeing Albert. The second-best part of the trip was the fact that we got to take Grandma Bradshaw home with us for a week in California.